After the song, the bead curtain swayed, Qu Yanran held the pipa and left quietly, and after turning to the stage.

Qu Yanran turned her eyes and saw that the songs just behind the scenes were almost all looking at her with worship.

Qu Yanran had already received such a look, and she smiled slightly to thank her.

"My good daughter."

Hearing this voice, Qu Yanran turned around and said, "Yunniang."

Yunniang stepped forward and held Qu Yanran's hand and said, "Today's song is enough to surround the beam for three days."

Qu Yanran lowered her head and said, "Yun Niang is too good."

Yunniang said happily for her from the bottom of her heart: "You haven't seen it. When you were just now, the young master outside looked obsessed with this person. This person has not seen it yet. It is enough to move Beijing. No one in the east knows you and everyone!"

Qu Yanran heard such praise a lot. Just as she was just smiling, she suddenly seemed to think of something and asked: "Yunniang, do you think of those young men just now, who are here today?"

Yunniang was surprised and asked back, "My good daughter, don't you care about these things on weekdays?"

Qu Yanran smiled and said, "Yunniang, but I want to know today."

Yunniang smiled slightly and said, "There must be some reason. Is my good daughter, who is my family who loves someone and wants to get out of the family? Let's be honest, I will fulfill your wishes."

Qu Yanran looked helpless with Yunniang, and could only say: "When I played the change palace today, the string sound suddenly turned high-pitched, which has never been like this before."

Yunniang smiled and said, "What's the difference? What's the relationship with which young master?"

Qu Yanran shook her head and said, "The ancients said that when the palace changed, the string sound was sudden and loud, so there must be a hero listening."

Yunniang suddenly said, "So that's it."

At that moment, Qu Yanran looked at Yunniang steadily, and Yunniang couldn't make fun of him anymore, so she leaned into Qu Yanran's ear and said in detail.

Qu Yanran nodded after hearing this, but lowered her head and said nothing.

Yunniang said, "So that's it. I heard that the great man in the Duke of Tang's mansion was as good as a dragon and tiger. The minister said that his future is precious and unspeakable. I believe that the hero should be this person."

"By the way, there is also the Duke of Pushan County. He was praised by the Duke of Yue back then, and he will definitely be able to maintain peace and stone in the future."

Listening to Yunniang's words, Qu Yanran wanted to speak but stopped.

Yunniang smiled and said, "My good daughter, you are worried about these things. Later, those young men wrote poems to congratulate you. Which hero you are, may be a good marriage."

Qu Yanran smiled after hearing Yanran and said, "Don't make fun of Yunniang, heroes also start from the slightest. If you don't understand literature, how can you all regard them as poetry?"

Once this statement is spoken, if Li Chongjiu is by his side, he will praise Qu Yanran's opinion.

In the wing room on the second floor, when King Qi Yang Xiao came to his senses from Qu Yanran's magical music, he said to Li Chongjiu on the side: "Chongjiu, tell me, what about this woman the Lone King value?"

The maid on the side had already been shut down. Seeing the King of Qi asking, Li Chongjiu thought for a while and said, "If the crow does not join the phoenix, the woman whom His Highness of Qi is attracted to will be like a dragon and a phoenix."

Yang Hsing nodded and said, "If it weren't for his identity, I would marry this woman as the princess of Qi. Chongjiu will show off my poetry in a while. You must make me awesome. If you win the hearts of a beautiful woman, I will definitely be rewarded with you."

Li Chongjiu nodded and said, "I don't ask for heavy rewards, I just want to serve His Highness the King of Qi."

"Okay! OK! OK!" Yang Ming laughed and asked immediately: "Have you thought about the poem?"

Li Chongjiu nodded immediately.

At this time, outside the door, he gently buckled. As soon as the door of the wing opened, Yunniang came over and said with a smile: "Young Master Yang!"

Yang Ming also came forward very diligently to greet him. With his identity as King Qi, there were only a few people in the world who could enjoy such treatment, and he was very fond of Yun Niang.

Seeing Yang Qing talking to Yun Niang, Li Chongjiu naturally retreated aside as a follower.

Yunniang and Yang Qing joked for a few words, and then ordered the maid outside the door to bring a piece of ink and paper, saying, "Let me see Mr. Yang's talent later, so I can spread it to the Eastern Capital."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Yang Ming looked like he wanted to be modest, but he couldn't be modest.

After saying that, Yunniang smiled slightly, then left.

Seeing a maid trying to polish ink for him, Yang Hing immediately asked all the people in the room to go out. He turned to look at Li Chongjiu and showed a somewhat anxious look, saying, "Chengjiu, I'll ask you everything."

Li Chongjiu smiled and said, "Please rest assured that the following text is not good, so please let the King of Qi write."

"Of course," said King Yang Hing of Qi immediately, "What if the handwriting is different, what if it is misleading."

At this moment, four old men and women appeared in the garden and took the seat together. Although Yang Ming didn't know him, someone would come out to introduce him. These four people were judges, two of whom were retired officials, one was in the Imperial College, and the other was a great scholar in the literary world.

Another person chatted with Yunniang on the side and did not mark the papers. Yang Ming had heard of this person and told Li Chongjiu that this person was Secretary-General Yu Shinan.

Li Chongjiu naturally heard of Yu Shinan's name and couldn't help but take a few more glances. He saw that the man's temples were a little gray, but his spirits were pretty good.

There are four people who have written a poem and are driving it in their hands.

I saw four people nodding from time to time when reading the poem, or frowning from time to time, sometimes pointing their fingers, or even picking up paper to sing a few words.

After the four of them circulated a poem, they each picked up their pens and wrote down their opinions.

After correcting five or six poems, a piece of paper came from a girl. The first old man who read the book looked at it. After the poem on the paper, his eyes lit up, and he shook his head and sang a few words.

Afterwards, the old man looked carefully and then passed it to the person beside him.

The person on the side was convinced by the eyes of others. He looked at them for a few glances and couldn't help but nodded. He immediately passed it to the person on the side to read it. When the last person was passed, the old man finished reading it and smiled, "It seems that this poem can be the leader."

When I heard the old man's comment, a buzzing sound came from the box, as if I were discussing whose masterpiece this poem was.

At this time, another piece of paper came. The old man who received it first said, after finishing, he said, "It's too early to say it after reading it."

The old man next to this person smiled and said, "Is that right? I want to see."

After a while, the old man was speechless and passed it to the next person, obviously he was indifferent.

The four of them circulated again, all with admiration. When they reached the last old man's hand, the other party looked at it and pinched his beard again and said, "I'm really embarrassed. I thought the previous song could win the top spot, but when I read this song, I felt that it was incomparable."

The four of them whispered to each other and discussed with each other.

One of the old men held the paper in his hand and said, "These two poems can be seen as the best among them. It's really good. What do you think?"

All of them nodded.

One of the old men counted the paper in it, and then suddenly said, "Hey, why is there one missing?"

The rest of the people saw that other poems were all included, but one missing. The old man who liked to pinch his beard smiled and said, "I think it's a bit difficult for the other party, it's okay, it's the same for seeing you next time."

Even though he said that on his face, everyone thought that this person could not produce a poem, and such a statement was given to the other party.

Just when everyone is ready to make a decision.

Suddenly, a beautiful maid came quickly with a piece of paper in her hand, first came to Yunniang and said a few words.

Yunniang was stunned when she received the paper. When she saw the old men planning to discuss what two poems were the best, Yunniang couldn't help but shake her head, thinking that it was too slow to deliver it.

In the box above, others also heard a few chuckles. This poem is written in one go, so there is no such thing as repeating the consideration.

After opening the paper, Yunniang swept the poem with her eyes first, frowned, and then read it carefully.

I saw that Yunniang's face was initially unsure of doubt, but then her red lips opened and she read it word by word. After Yunniang finished reading it, her eyes were complicated and seemed indescribable.

At that moment, Yunniang didn't say anything and rushed between several old men.

The old man who pinched his beard was loudly speaking, "Look at this work, the front quotation is laid out, the back quotation is small and visible, and that is like this work, and the whole work is laid out in a grand manner, with strange peaks rising."

"Mr. Ouyang." Yunniang said with affirmation.

"Huh?" The old man who pinched his beard turned his head, looked at the paper in Yunniang's hand, and said, "There is another poem."

Yunniang nodded.

The old man with beard shook his head without disturbing the other three old men's discussions. He picked up the paper and looked a little carelessly.

Then he looked at it and the old man couldn't help but sneer, shook his head, and said, "This word is quite unsightly, you can imagine it, you can imagine it."

Then the old man put the paper aside. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered something again. He picked up the paper in confusion and read it word by word again.

After a while of watching, the old man was already full of grace and said nothing.

At this moment, in the box on the second floor, King Yang Qing of Qi poked Li Chongjiu with his elbow and said anxiously: "Chengjiu, what about this poem? Do you think of them?"

"Will we deliver it too late? Others have commented on the results."

Li Chongjiu glanced at Yang Hung and said with a smile: "Your Highness, please rest assured."
Chapter completed!